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THE UNION SPY 



OR THE 



Battle of Weldon Railroad. 

A Military Drama in Five Acts. 



BY L. W. OSGOOD. 







WOBURN, MASS.: 

PUBLISHED BY JOHN L. PARKER. 

1871. 



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JACK SLEEPER, a Northern Student and the Union Spy. 
WILL MORTIMER, his friend and companion-in-arms. 
EUGENE MARION, > Southern Students, afterwards 
CECIL PINCKNEY, ) comrades in the Rebel army. 
OLD JOE, a colored Individual. 
CAPTAIN THORNDIKE, Recruiting Officer. 
SERGEANT BLUSTER, Drill master of Recruits. 
JOHN HARDLIP, a Bummer and afterwards Bugler. 
GENERAL GRANT, Commanding Union Forces. 
GENERAL WARREN, Commanding Fifth Army. Corps. 
COLONEL PEARSON, Commanding a Union Regiment. 
GENERAL LEE, Commanding Confederate Forces. 
COLONEL M AHON, Commanding Confederate Regiment. 
Staff Officers to the respective Generals. 
Soldiers, Citizens, Sisters of Charity, and others. 

Students.— Dress suits in Scene L, and afterwards U. S. 
and C. S. uniforms, according to rank. 

Old Joe.— Black face and wig, and dress of a "contra- 
band." 

Sergeant Bluster. — Extravagant dress, like a militia man 
of the olden time. His men dress to suit their fancy, as 
strikingly as possible. 

John Hardily— Torn and dirty clothing, and make-up ^of 
a drunken man. 



Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1871, 

By JOHN L. PARKER, 

in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at. Washington. 



THE UNION SPY. 
ACT FIRST. 



SCENE I. 

Street near College grounds. 

Enter Marion and Pinckney, l., and Sleeper and Mor- 
timer, r., reading a paper. 

Marion. Well, fellows ! how does the war news suit you ? 
You look a little glum, somehow ; your great freedom 
shriekers don't fight quite as well as they shout ; not quite 
so safe business, I apprehend. 

Mortimer. Well, Marion, I confess I am sad ; no sadder 
news could have overwhelmed me, not even the death of 
my dearest friend. 

Marion. This, sir, is but a feeble beginning. If you 
Northern abolitionists and John Brownites, with Old Abe 
Lincoln in his Scotch cap and cape as head centre, think 
you can intimidate with a few Black Republican regiments 
the whole South, you have made a grand mistake. 

Sleeper. We don't intend to intimidate them ; you, with 
your bloodhounds and lash, have ruled this glorious coun- 
try for half a century. We have had a fair election : and 
now, having come into power, we claim from you, as 
countrymen and citizens, the same obedience to whole- 
some laws, that we have ever conceded to you. 

Pinckney. In other words : having gained control of the 
government of the United States, you intend to make and 
administer such laws upon us, as you deem wholesome; 
[sarcastically] if you mean coercion, we defy you,— if you 
mean anything less, this armed parade is a mockery. 



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Sleeper. We mean to carry on this government — with 
you, if we can ; without you, if you so please ; against you, 
if you oppose ; but we are going to carry it on. 

Marion. And by carrying on the government you mean 
War, I suppose? - 

Sleeper. If, the slave oligarchy necessitates it, yes !— If 
not, no! » 

Marion. Well, I hope you will have better success in 
the conduct of the government, than you have had thus 
far in the war; because you will soon be played out, if 
you don't. 

Mortimer. Eugene Marion ! If you are so belligerent and 
so brave a fellow as you mean, by your language, to have 
us to understand you are, you had better be among your 
rebel brothers in the field. 

Marion. There seems to be no need of my services on 
that side ; perhaps your [contemptuously] troops need some 
little assistance. Their unprecedented advance from Bull 
Eun, a few days since, would seems to indicate as much. 
Perhaps it would help them a little if some of you, ranting 
Sumnerites, should go down there and shout your Shib- 
boleth: "Polygamy and Slavery, twin relics of Bar- 
barism!" 

Sleeper. Before this war is ended, you will hear shouts 
which will grate harsher in your ears than even these 
words seem to do, which you have repeated with such a 
show of unconcern. 

Pinakney. Shout away, you little freedom shrieker! 
You had better obtain, if possible, a few dozens of Old 
Gideon's trumpets to blow at the same time ; it might add 
to the enthusiasm. Then throw in a few of Charles Sum- 
ner's speeches,, a handful of Beecher's sermons, and a 
bunch of John Brown's pikes; and the consternation 
among the Southerners would be complete [ironical]. 

Mortimer. You think thus to answer, with your slang 
and buffoonery. ; do you ? Well, sir, it is some better than 
no answer ;■ ^s the fellow thought about his character who 
was travelling on a certificate. Obtained by fifteen years' 
geryice in the State prison— I say, it is some better. I notice 



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that people in contests, whether physical or in discussion, 
always use their best weapons; and when men report to 
such cheap slang as you have just resorted to, it shows 
that they are entirely destitute of those better weapons : 
reason, argument, logic, and truth ! 

Pinckney.' Ton urge reason, do you? Then let me ask 
you, if all the territory acquired since the old original 
thirteen States, has not been purchased with the common 
blood and treasure of the whole country ? - 

Sleeper. Well, purchased for what? To be reclaimed, 
civilized and enlightened, and not to be blighted wdth the 
black curse of slavery! [Sarcastically] A slavery, too, in 
which you, chivalrous Southerners, debauch your servants 
and sell your own children. What a chivalry ! ■ ;! 

Pinckney. You lie, sir, you lie ? 

Sleeper. I guess, not ! blood will tell— but if I happen to 
lie, how do you happen to have so many white slaves? 

Marion. It is because of the cursed Yankee abolitionists 
who go down there. 

Sleeper. Ha, ha ! I like that ! But it's a little too thin. 
Yankee abolitionists ? You ought to say, Yankee propaga- 
tionists. But hold a moment ! I thought they were not al- 
lowed down there. How is that ? 

Marion. None of your cursed business. ) You, Yankees ! 
stole, bought, worked and used slaves, as long as it would 
pay, and when it wouldn't, you sold them to us. Now you 
carry on a war, to rob and despoil us of the very property 
you sold us. But you will not succeed. Eight millions of 
Southerners will rise and drive the invaders from their 
sacred soil ; already their clarion notes have driven your 
mudsills from Manassas in ignoble flight. And if you con- 
tinue this aggression upon us, we will drive you, cursed 
Black Republicans, from the face of the earth. 

Mortimer. There is no danger that such blatant black- 
guards, as you are, will ever be among those valiant pur- 
suers ! 

Marion. Don't be too sure, ranting Republican! We 
have this day severed our connection with this college, and 
we go at once to join the confederate army. Since we 



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have been in this college we have received many insults, 
which our standing here would not permit us to resent, — 
but now we are free from these college restraints, and we 
will resent Northern aggression, whenever and wherever it 
comes. Now, since neither of you will have the courage 
to go anywhere near the scenes of the war, I will show you 
what else you, Northern cowards ! would never see, — the 
Bonnie Blue Flag, the banner of our Confederacy [produces 
a rebel flag, and waves it slowly a few times]. Hurrah, hur- 
rah, hurrah ! 

Sleeper. You can't wave that rebel rag on these grounds ! 
[He jumps to seize it and tramples it under his feet, while 
Pinckney makes an effort to prevent him, but is pushed back 
by Mortimer.] Treason shall be stamped out ! 

Marion. We'll meet again — and when we do [pointing 
doivn to the flag], you will recall this insult and regret it 
too! [Going off- towards r.] 

Sleeper. I may recall it ; but if I regret anything, it will 
be that I did not give you such chastisement as your 
traitorous conduct and sentiments deserve [looking after 
them] . 

[Exit Marion and Pinckney.] 

Mortimer. Jack ! [touching him with right hand on his left 
shoulder, to recall his attention] This incident has settled 
my resolve. Our bleeding country needs our help, and 
why should we thus linger? In Germany, the universities 
are the great nurseries of liberty, and freedom's pioneers 
push out fresh and valiant from their classic shades. For 
vis to be inactive, while our brothers are already at the 
front, and while our classmates and former friends, — but 
from this time our hated enemies : enemies to us, because 
enemies to our country, —are strengthening the rebel 
ranks. I say, for us to be inactive is criminal, and un- 
worthy of the mothers who bore us. 

Sleeper. Mortimer, you are right ! I had hoped to finish 
our college course before the necessities for our service in 
the field would come. I am now satisfied we cannot do it. 
There never can be a time when our country will hold up 
her bleeding hands more piteously than she does now. So 



THE UNION SPY. 7 

give me your hand, and we will enlist at once, and anti- 
cipate the misguided zeal of our quondam friends — but 
now our bitter foes. 
[Exit towards l. slowly.] 



SCENE II. 

A recruiting office.— Two chairs, table with writing materials 
and enlistment roll; Jlag hanging over table with a bugle 
upon it. Capt. Thokndike discovered writing. 

Enter Sleepee and Mortimer, m. e. 

Sleeper. Good morning, Captain ; how are enlistments ? 

Capt. Thorndike. Very fair; we are getting some men 
every day. 

Mortimer. What regiment are you raising ? 

Capt. The 22d Massachusetts. 

Sleeper [to Mortimer]. That is Wilson's regiment, let 
us go in there. 

Mortimer. That will suit me. [Both sign the roll.] 

Capt. You will report at camp one week from to-day. 

Enter Oed Joe, it. e. 

Sleeper: Why, Old Joe ; how do you do ? 
Old Joe. Pretty well, massa ; how does you do ? 
Sleeper. Oh, I'm all right. But what are you doing here ? 
Joe. Ise gwarn fer to 'list. 

Sleeper. Captain, here's a good man for you. If he can't 
carry a gun, he'll make a nice cook. 
Capt. What's your name ? 
Joe. My name's Joe. 
Capt. Joe, what? 
Joe. No, sah ; not Joe What ; Ise Joe — dat's all. 



8 THE UNION SPY. 

Capt. What's your father's name ? 

Joe. Ise got none; neber had none; Ise only jest Joe, 
and nobody else. 

Capt. Have you any brothers or sisters ? 

Joe. No, sah; neber had none. No brudder, no sister, 
no fader, no mudder, no nothin' but Joe. When you see 
Joe, you see all there is of us. 

Capt. Well, I think we shall want you. Can you write ? 

Joe. No, massa. 

Capt. Put your finger on this pen while I write " Joe." 
[Capt. signs the roll while Joe holds his finger to the pen.] 

Enter John Hardlip, e., and staggers against Old Joe. 

Hardlip. Here, nigger, what are you doing ? Get out of 
my way. 

Capt. Don't make so much noise here. We cant have 
such a disturbance in the office. 

Hardlip. Is this a recruiting office ? 

Capt. Yes. 

Hardlip. Well, I want to enlist. 

Capt. We don't want any such men as you. Govern- 
ment wants only steady, reliable men. 

Hardlip. Well, I'm a steady, reliable man; don't you 
want me ? 

Capt. No, I can't take you. You are not in a condition 
to enlist. 

Hardlip. I'll bet a canteen of whiskey that you will 
enlist me. 

Capt. If I do, you shall have one. 

Hardlip. What's that? [Pointing at the bugle.] 

Capt. That's a bugle. Let it alone, you will injure it. 
[Haedllp takes it and blows a toot at Joe, who jumps with 
fright.] Here, sir; put down that bugle, and leave the 
office. 

Hardlip. Let me blow it once. [Blows " Attention."] 

Capt. {surprised.} You can blow, it seems. 

Hardlip. Yes, I'm called a great blower. 

Capt. Is there any other call you can blow ? 



THE UNION SPY. 9 

Hardlip. Yes ; would you like to hear the " Reveille " ? 

Capt. Yes. [H. blows it, and several other " calls."] You 
do that very well. I think, after all, I will enlist you. 

Hardlip, What's the bounty ? 

Capt. One hundred dollars. 

Hardlip. Is that all ? 

Capt. No; you get thirteen dollars a month, board, 
clothes, medical attendance, and a chance to travel at 
government expense. 

Hardlip. I always liked to travel, so I think I'll enlist; 
[signs the roll]. Now, General, I want a canteen of whiskey. 

Capt. You can't begin to draw whiskey rations so soon. 

Hardlip. I want you to pay the bet. If the government 
backs out on the rations so quick, I'll wwlist. You bet a 
canteen of whiskey that you wouldn't enlist me, and here 
I am enlisted. Now, I want my whiskey. 

Capt. You are right, [calls] Orderly! give this man a 
canteen of whiskey. 

[Exit Hardlip, e.] 

Enter Sergeant Bluster, l. 

Sergeant Bluster. Is this a 'cruitering office ? 

Capt. Yes. Do you wish to enlist, sir ? 

Sergt. Well, considerable. 

Capt. How much ? 

Sergt. There's a whole corps of us out here, who wants 
to enlist; and they want me to be Colonel of the company. 
They won't have anybody else. 

Capt. Yery well. There is no doubt but that, if your 
men aie acceptable to the Government, you will receive 
your commission. Where are your friends ? 

Sergt. Just outside here, Colonel. Being an old veteran 
myself, I have already drilled and disciplined them ; and 
if you would like to see them show how they can do it, I 
will bring them in. 

Capt. Let us see them, then ! 

Sergt. [retiring to the entrance] Attention, corps ! Come, 
fellows! March! Whoa, whoa! \They straggle in, and are 



10 THK UNION SPY. 

finally formed in line.] General [saluting awkwardly], here, 
they are ! x 

Capt. [inspecting their general appearance and, rising, 
'takes position in front of the left.] A fine looking body of 
men, and will, without donbt, make good soldiers. Please 
exercise them in the manual ! 

Sergt. [hesitating] Manual — manual. I didn't under- 
stand you. 

Capt. Exercise them in the manual of arms. Drill them 
with their muskets ! 

Sergt. Oh, yes! [Confidently.] Attention — battalion ! 
Shoulder arms! Present arms! [They all rush up to him 
with their guns.] No, no. Present arms — like this [shows 
them how]. Order arms! 

Capt. That will do for that, Sergeant. Now, exercise 
them in their facings. In two ranks form company ! [Sgt. 
hesitating.] Double them up! [Sot. advances promptly to 
the right and proceeds to double the men up, by striking them 
in the stomach, and after doubling up about four.] No, no! 
Form your company in two ranks, one behind the other ! 

Sergt. Oh, yes! Attention! From one straight string 
into two straight strings, git ! [They start off in every direc- 
tion.] Where in the devil are you gitting? [He finally 
brings them into the proper position.] 

Capt. Now, in four ranks form company ! 

Sergt. From two straight strings into four straight 
strings, go ! [ They finally bring them up in the right position] . 

Capt. Front ! 

Sergt. Attention, battalion ! By the right flank, file left, 
by inversion fifth wheel, on fifteenth company; take 
wheeling distance; forward, march! [They move around 
awkwardly and come into line again, after a little trouble.] 

Capt. Very well done, Sergeant. Nov/ it is necessary 
that you make a speech to them, and tell them what they 
will have to sacrifice when they leave their homes, and 
what they will be obliged to undergo when they are in 
service. Being an old veteran, you can doubtless do that. 

Sergt. Now, men, you are goin' to war. Some of you 
will be officers, like me. You will have to leave home, and 



THE UNION SPY. 11 

you will have to sleep in a tent, — but there'll be lots of 
glory. Some of you will come home again, and some of 
you will get shot — [they all start to run off the stage]. Where 
are you goin', fellers? You ain't shot yet. [They resume 
their positions.] 

Capt. That will do, Sergeant. You will now proceed 
with inspection of arms. [Sgt. goes down the line, examin- 
ing the hands, arms, and shoulders o 1 ' his men.] Hold, Ser- 
geant, what are you doing there ? 

Sergt. Inspecting their arms ; and they have all got two, 
as far as I have gone. 

Capt. No. Inspect their muskets. Spring the rammers, 
and place them in the barrels. 

Sergt. Corporal Slim, go out and find a barrel. 

Capt. What is that for ? 

Sergt. To put the rammers in. 

Capt. No, no. Place the rammers in the barrels of their 
muskets. 

Sergt. [steps up promptly.] Put your ramrods in your 
guns! [They do so, and Sgt. proceeds to inspect arms; he 
comes across one gun, from which the ramrod cannot he 
drawn ; he takes the ynan out in the front, and they pull, and 
it finally comes out, throwing them both on the floor. Sgt. 
springs up quickly and proceeds again along the line, and as 
he comes to the last one, he examines it closely.] Come, fel- 
lers ! Come up here and see this gun. This is just the kind 
I want you all to have, when we are in the army. [The gun 
goes offj and they' all drop and roll over; Sgt. jumps quickly, 
shaking from head to foot. ] Get up — what are you afraid 
of ? Look at me. Wait till I flinch, f Another gun goes off, ' 
and they all drop again ; Sgt. more scared than ever. They 
finally get up again, and Sgt. takes his position on the left 
and gives them "right dress." ] 

Capt. That will do. I see that your men are well drilled 
and disciplined under your charge, and will, no doubt, 
make good soldiers, and deserve and receive due promo- 
tion. Sergeant, stack your arms, and have your men 
sign the roll. 



12 THE UNION SPY. 

Sergt. Stack arms ! [They throw them all in a heap on the 
floor, then sign the roll, and take their old positions again.] 

Capt. Your men are now dismissed for twenty-four 
hours, after which time they will report at Camp Staunton 
for duty. See that every man properly reports, as you are 
also responsible for their appearance. [Salutes and takes 
his station at the table again.] 

Sergt. Attention — take arms. [They all make a rush 
and carry them off.] 

[Exeunt omnes.] 



SCENE III. 

Public Square. 

Enter Union regiment, as a battalion of three companies, and 
form three sides of a square, color company in the rear 
and centre, and come to '"order arms." 

Enter Col. Peaeson, who is properly saluted, and taking 
command, drills the regiment in the manual o' arms. 

Enter Young Ladies, with colors. 

First Lady. Mr. Commander, and Soldiers: — Called as 
you have been to leave the pursuits of peace, your friends, 
and your firesides, and to take upon yourselves the garb 
and arms of soldiers, in defence of those principles, which 
alone can make our homes the abodes of happiness, it 
seems but proper that we, who cannot take part in the 
active duties of the field, should show our appreciation of 
the patriotism and self devotion of those who have come 
forward to the help of our country in this her time of need. 
And what more fitting tribute can we bring than this ban- 
ner, the emblem of our liberty and independence. Con- 
secrated at its birth in blood, and now anew baptized on 



THE UNION SPY. 13 

many a well contested field, it yet retains its place in the 
affections of the people, free from stain or dishonor. I now 
present you this banner ; and when, in the hour of conflict, 
you see 'the flag of our country waving over you, —may it 
bring back to your minds this scene, and the dear ones you 
have left behind ; and may these thoughts inspire you to 
deeds of noble daring, so that no reproach shall be 
brought upon our cause or our country, by any neglect of 
any duty on your part ; and may the God of our Fathers, 
who has brought us out of many diffiulties, cover your 
heads in the day of battle and bring you safely to your 
homes, to enjoy the peace and prosperity which we believe 
he will in his own time give to this people. [Gives the flag 
to Col. Pearson.] 

Col. Pearson. Ladies : In behalf of my command I ac- 
cept the banner your kindness has bestowed upon us. We 
shall cherish its sacred folds not only for its significance 
as the emblem of our nation's glory, but for the pleasant 
memories that will hereafter cling to it. It will be our 
duty, and to you we pledge our honor, to defend this ban- 
ner, and we will return proudly bearing it, or enfolded 
in it. 

TABLEAU. 

[Curtain falls, with music "Star Spangled Banner." \ 



END OF ACT FIRST. 



14 THE UNION SPY. 



ACT SECOND. 



SCENE I. 

Night bivouac of a Union regiment : their arms are stacked, 
forming three sides of a square ; Color company in the 
rear and centre ; the colors are furled and laid across the 
bayonets on the guns. The men are seen lying around in 
all directions, as if after a day's march. A sentry paces 
from R. to l., in front. The men are talking, smoking, 
playing cards, &c. Finallg a song is called for, which is 
given. Bugler then bloivs "tap>s," and the men turn in. 
Curtain drops and immediately rises. Bugler gets up and 
blows " Reveille," when all fall in and take arms. 

Enter Gen. Warren and Staff. 

Col. Pearson [saluting]. What is your pleasure ? 
Gen. Warren. I desire to inspect your command. 
[Regiment is inspected and then passes in review, and files 
off the stage.] 



SCENE II. 

A U7iion Camp with tents, &c. 

Enter Gen. Grant,- slowly, r.,' smoking a cigar, and paces 
across the stage. Enter Old Joe, r. 

Gen. Grant [calling]. Orderly ! 

Enter Orderly, and salutes. 



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Gen. GixinL Orderly, go and bring Sergeant Sleeper. 
[Exit Orderly.] 

Enter Sleeper, l. 

Gen. Grant. Sergeant Sleeper, I have sent for you to en- 
gage in a perilous enterprise. I wish to know the extent 
and disposition of the enemy's force, and have selected 
you to undertake the difficult and, as you are aware, dan- 
gerous task. What do you say ? 

Sleeper. General, I accept the charge and will do the 
best I can. 

Gen. Grant. Sergeant, here is a boy [pointing to Joe] 
who knows the ground, and he will go with you as a guide. 
Don't be rash, but — don't fail. 

[Exit Sleeper and Joe, b.— Grant standing c— Curtain 
falls.] 



SCENE III. 

An Outpost of the Confederate Cam}). 

Enter Officer, l. with one company, and posts a sentry c. and 
marches off, R. Sentry proceeds to patrol front of stage. 
Enter Old Joe, r., as Senty approaches l. 

Old Joe [soliloquizing]. I knows dis ground ebry inch; 
I libbed hereabouts more than forty years, and I runneel 
away sence dis war begun ; and now I cummed down here 
agin with massa Jack Sleeper, jest for to show him de 
way; and I- begin to be mighty skeery like, 'cause he is 
come along as a spyer. And if he and me gits cotched, 
then we's a goner, 'cause de rebs dey alius shoot dc yankee 
when de find him, and kill de poor black nigger wheder or 
no. — Oh, de Lord hab massey on Old Joe ! Here's a reb 
wid a gun. | Shaking in his knees.] 



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Sentry [turns and challenges}. Halt — who comes there ? 

Joe [dropping on Ms knees and holding up Ms' hands]. Oh, 
de Lord hab massey. Massa, don't p'int dat gun dis way — 
it might go off. 

Sentry. Who comes there, I say ? 

Joe [shaking still]. It's only me, goin' down yar to see 
de old woman. 

Sentry. Show your pass, or you are a dead nigger in one 
minute. 

Joe. Oh, — de Lord hab massey, massa! [Feels in every 
part of Ms clothes for his pass, and finally finds it in his boot 
leg.] 

Sentry [shouting]. Lieutenant of the guard, Post 17! 

Enter Lieut, of Guard.— Joe shows him the pass. 

Lieut, [to the sentry]. Let the nigger pass. 
[Exit Lieut.] 

Joe [going to l., solus] . Oh, — de Lord be praised for the 
deliberance of Old Joe from the great red dragon ! Ise 
mighty skeery as how dey will gobble up Massa Jack, do. 
I'll jest watch how he gets along wid de feller wid the big 
gun onto him. [ Watches from l.] 

Enter Sleeper, r., with long coat and slouch hat, disguised 
as an old Virginia farmer, who sees Sentry, l. 

Sentry. Halt — who comes there ? 

Sleeper. Friend with the countersign. 

Sentry. Advance, friend, and give the countersign. 
LSleeper advances and Sentry receives the countersign 
over the point of the bayonet.] Countersign is correct — 
pass on. 

[Exit Old Joe, l., followed soon by Sleeper.] 

[Exit Sentry, r.| 



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SCENE IV. 

Confederate Camp and Council of War. 

Enter Confederate Regiment, uniform grey jackets and caps 
and butternut pants, and takes position in rear, coming 
to "order arms."— Col. Mahon commanding. 

Enter Gen. Lee in full rebel uniform, with his Staff, in- 
cluding Marion and Pinckney. 

Col. Mahon. What is your pleasure, General ? 

Gen. Lee. I desire to inspect your command. 

[A general inspection is had; Sleeper looks on from the 
wings; also Old Joe.] 

Gen. Lee. Colonel; your troops present an excellent 
appearance. This is a Virginia regiment, I believe ? 

Col. Mahon. It is. 

Gen. How long have you been in the service ? 

Col. Since the beginning of the war. 

Gen. How many men in the hospital ? 

Col. Not more than twenty-five. 

Gen. Have your troops ever been under fire ? 

Col. Several times. 

Gen. How did they behave ? 

Col. Like Roman soldiers. 

Gen. I am glad to hear it. I have always had occasion 
to be proud of Virginia soldiers, everywhere. Let them be 
prepared with four days rations — there is hard work just 
ahead. Let also the parade be dismissed. 

[The Regiment marches off, r., by the flank. — Old Joe and 
Sleeper remain.— The Staff and Col. Mahon assemble 
around Gen. Lee.— Sleeper advayices to listen.] 

Gen. Lee. Colonel Mahon, I desire you to remain. Your 
valor and fidelity to our cause are not unknown to me — 
I would reward them, and I take great pleasure in grant- 



18 THE UNION SPY. 

ing you the promotion your bravery merits : here is com- 
mission as Brigadier, and you are assigned to command 
the First Brigade of Virginia Volunteers. 

[Col. Mahon receives it, bowing.] 

Gen. Lee. Gentlemen, we are on the eve of an important 
movement, which I have no doubt, knowing the oft tried 
bravery of our troops, will prove to be a successful one, 
and a glorious victory for our arms. Lieut. Marion, you 
will take these dispatches to Gen. Hill, without delay, as 
they are very important : embodying, as they do, the plans 
of our proposed movement, which I soon shall lay before 
this Council of War. 

[Exit Marion, k., and Sleeper starts to go, but attracts 
the attention of Pinckney, who walks slowly towards him.} 

Sleeper [aside to Joe]. If this man recognizes me, I am 
lost indeed. Joe, follow that man with those papers, — 
procure them if possible, and report with them to Gen. 
Grant, imforming him of my probable fate. 

Pinckney [to Joe]. Get out, you black rascal! [To Si,.]. 
Here, old man, what do you want around here? What 
is your business ? Where do you live ? 

[Exit Joe, after Marion.] 

Sleeper. I am an old man, living right down hyar, and 
have jest come from the mill, and am now goin' to the ole 
woman. 

Pinckney. Get round here, and let me look at you. 
What are you afraid of? Do you ever go into the enemy's 
lines, and if so, how many are there ? 

Sleeper. There's a right smart heap of 'em down thar, 
but I don't go thar much, for I am for the Southern Con- 
federacy. Three cheers for Jeff Davis — hip, hip, hip ! 

Pinckney [still observing him closely [. What! That is a 
little too thin, Jack Sleeper. [Slkeper throws off his dis- 
guise.] General, there is a spy in the camp. 

Gen. Lee. Do you know he is a spy ? 

Pinckney. I do. He was an old college chum and friend 
— once ; but he is now a bitter enemy, a personal enemy : 
one from whom I have borne insult upon insult, such as 
Northern mudsills, like him, alone could invent. He is 



THE UNION SPY. 19 

found here in our camp, disguised as an old man, and what 
other business can he have than that of a spy, an accursed 
spy. Ah — Jack Sleeper, I have you now ! 

Gen. Lee. Hold — we must proceed in this investigation 
on other grounds than those of personal hatred. What 
is your business ? What brings you to this place ? 

Sleeper. Obedience to the commands of my superior 
officer. 

Gen. Lee. Young man! Your frankness and bravery de- 
serve for you a better reward than to be shot as a spy ; 
and you may escape your otherwise inevitable doom, the 
ignoble death of a condemned spy. Tell us of the num- 
bers and positions and movements of the enemy — and 
your life shall be spared. 

Sleeper. No — I will not ! Though ten thousand deaths 
stare me in the face, I will not ! I took a solemn oath be- 
fore Heaven to defend and protect my country's flag from 
all dangers, within or without, — and shall I perjure my- 
self ? Never ! Never will I do it, though I have the illust- 
rious example of yourself before me : educated, nurtured 
and supported by the very country against which you are 
now employing those talents she improved in you, for her 
own defence. I had rather suffer ten times the death of 
a spy, ignominious as it is, than to live a perjured traitor. 

[Staff draw their swords, but Lee motioyis them back.] 

Gen. Lee. Young man ! I have borne with your insolent 
and mad speech, because I admired your bravery and 
honesty. Had I not restrained them, these officers would 
have slain you on the spot, as your insolence deserves. 
I fear your own words have sealed your fate, otherwise I 
would have saved you, — if you would be saved. lean 
give you pardon, promotion, position — anything, which 
would induce you to give us the information desired. But 
you seem to be one of those misguided young men who 
prefer an ignominious death to a glorious and successful 
life. Your life is in your own hands ; do with it as you 
will. Unless you consent to disclose, I shall at once lay 
your case before this Council of War. [The Staff gather 
around him.] 



20 THE UNION SPY. 

Sleeper. Hold, General [hesitates]. No, no! Proceed with 
your will. I will die, at least, with the consciousness of 
having done my duty to my general, my country, and 
my God ! 

Gen. Lee. Listen, impetuous youth ! Four zeal over- 
balances your discretion— you are confessedly a spy. The 
doom of a spy, all the world over, is death, — death like a 
dog. You are young, full of health and hope ; brave, I see, 
and honest. I would not therefore cut you off thus. Think 
of your situation ; think that your death cannot affect the 
balances in this great struggle one hairsbreadth. If you 
die here, away from your comrades, alone, your example 
and your dead body will have no more influence on your 
cause, or in history, than the dead carcase of a mad dog.— 
Reflect ! Think of your home — think of your pious mother 
who may at this time be commending you to Heaven — 
think of your wife, sitting alone in tears, watching for 
some tidings from you to-night — think of your cherub 
little boy, climbing upon his mother's knee and asking 
for his dear papa ! Don't doom him to be the despised son 
of a miserable spy. For their sakes, will you not save 
yourself ? 

Sleeper [reflectingly]. General — don't tempt me. Let 
me meet my fate like a true soldier, and be worthy of the 
confidence reposed in me by my General, when he sent me 
hither. Oh ! my dear mother, my dearest wife, my darling 
boy — I will not be unworthy of you all ! 

Gen. Lee. Further parlance seems to be useless. There 
seems to be no doubt that the prisoner is a spy, and should 
be treated as such. Gentlemen — what shall be his 
sentence ? 

All. Death! 

Gen. Lee. Orderly, bring a guard. 

Enter Guard who march the prisoner off, u. e. 

Gen. Lee [unrolling the plan of battle]. Gentlemen, from 
information in regard to the position of the enemy's lines, 
I have conceived this movement of our forces, which, no 
doubt, will result in a glorious victory for our arms, and 
also compel the enemy to give up their hold on the Wei- 



THE UNION SPY. 21 

don Railroad. As you are all well aware, that road is of 
vital importance to us, and must be retaken at any cost. 
The proposed movement will reach that end, if the plan is 
suddenly and promptly carried out; for, owing to the 
peculiar position of the enemy's lines, it is absolutely ne- 
cessary that it be done at once. Their forces are disposed 
as follows: Crawford on the right (our left), Ayres in the 
centre ; Griffin on the left, and refused. Now, between 
the right of Crawford and the Ninth Corps, which of 
course are to connect, and soon will, — for the enemy will 
soon discover it,— is a large gap, through which our troops 
are to move, and upon which our plan is based. As I men- 
tioned before, this will have to be done at once, and with 
a determined force. My plan is this : To Gen. Hill is en- 
trusted the execution of this movement, and I think his 
Corps alone will be able to accomplish it, as the enemy 
has only one Corps, "the Fifth, to oppose him, and he has 
the advantage of a complete surprise. It is my desire that 
Gen. Mahon, of his Corps, be assigned as the flanking 
column, who will at once move up to the right and prepare 
to advance. After passing through the gap, he will turn 
to the left and sweep down in the rear of the enemy's line 
— thus completely flanking and at the same time sur- 
rounding them, making them all prisoners, and continue 
on towards the left, taking Ayres also in the flank. In 
the meantime one division will advance upon the centre, 
and Heath's division will strike the enemy's lines on the 
right, and, if possible, flank them on their left, — thus 
completely breaking up their flanks, take one division 
prisoners at least, and, by a well sustained attack upon 
their centre, sweep their whole line from their position on 
the Railroad, and compel him to retire to his former posi- 
tion at Petersburg. Let us add one more victory to our 
arms, and cause the name of the noble Army of Virginia 
once more to ring throughout the whole of our beloved 
Confederacy. Instructions have been sent to Gen. Hill to 
commence the attack at 5 o'clock p. m., and the heavy 
black clouds rolling up from the west betoken a severe 
storm of rain and lightning; under cover of which he will 



22 THE UNION SPY. 

advance his troops on the left, to be followed as soon as 
practicable by the whole line. Mahon is giving the signal 
for the fight. — Now, gentlemen, let us go to work with 
brave hearts and stout arms, and we will, God willing, win 
a glorious victory ! The Council is dismissed. — Lieut. 
Pinckney, you will at once see that the prisoner, sentenced 
to be shot as a spy, immediately receives his doom. 
[Exit Gen. Lee and Staff, ». — Pinckney, l.J 



SCENE V. 

Execution of the Spy. 

One Company of the Confederate Regiment discovered at 
"shoulder arms," l., with Sleeper in position in r. c — 
Pinckney in u. c. 

Pinckney. Jack Sleeper ! Three years ago, when you in- 
sulted us repeatedly at a Northern College, and finally 
trod the noble banner of our Confederacy beneath your 
hasty feet, little did you think that you would ever be 
in my power. At my special request, I have been directed 
by the General to take charge of your execution. We told 
you, then, that you would recall that insult and regret it 
too. 

Sleeper. I regret nothing I have ever done in behalf of 
my country, or in opposition to her enemies. 

Pinckney. You are still obstinate ? Then, by order of 
Gen. Lee, you have only two minutes to live, unless you 
desire to avail yourself of his great generosity. He directs 
me to say that, notwithstanding your sentence as a spy, 
still he will pardon you, if you disclose the number and 
disposition of the Federal forces. 

Sleeper. What — betray my country ? Never ! 

Pinckney. Then you must die. [Proceeds to bandage his 



THE UNION SPY. 23 

eyes, and returns to his place. | You have now only thirty 
seconds to live — and as you die, so should all Northern 
abolitionists ! — Lieutenant, the signal for the execution 
of the prisoner will be the discharge of my pistol in the air. 
[Looks at his watch and then at Sleeper, some ten seconds; 
then commences to raise his pistol; when pistol is level, squad 
gets ready to fire. When Lieut, of Squad says Aim ! the 
Union forces commence firing, r.. some distance, in a sort of 
skirmish fire. Pinckney falls, and two men of squad also; 
the vest run away. Lieut, rushes to Pinckney, but is forced 
to leave him, the Union troops led by Mortimer rushing on, 
and he fights off stage, backwards.] 

Mortimer [recognizing Sleeper]. What, Jack Sleeper 
saved ? We thought you were dead, knowing of your cap- 
ture as a spy. The main body of our army is near, and we 
were pushed forward as a reconnoitering party ; and we 
came up just in time to save your bacon. 

Sleeper. Well, yes — you didn't get here any too soon. 

[Other Union troops come up.] 

Mortimer. Now, boys — three cheers for Jack Sleeper ! 

[All cheer, and Curtain falls.] 



SCENE VI. 

A Field with woods in the distance. 

Enter Marion, r., with the dispatches in his hand, followed 
slyly by Old Joe, who steals the pistol from Marion's 
belt and then seizes the dispatches with his left hand, and 
springs back into an attitude of defence, covering Marion 
with the pistol. Marion turns quickly, and discovers 
him. He feels for his pistol, but sees that Joe has it. 

Marion. What are you doing, you black nigger ? 
Joe. Me— hey? Ise carryin' de papers from Gen. Lee. 
[Shows them and shakes them.] 



24 THE UNION SPY. 

Marion. Who are you? [Approaching him a little.] 

Joe. Stand where ye was, massa — jest where ye was — 
and I'll gib you de desired inflammation. [Marion stands 
back sullenly.] Me — hey? Ise "Old Joe." Don't you 
know me ? 

Marion. What — Old Joe ? My father's run-away slave ! 

Joe. Yes, massa Marion. [Lowers the pistol a little]. 
Your fader and you formerly had the honor to command 
me. I now hab the honor to command you — ha, ha ! 

Marion [drawing his sword]. And I am still mister. 

Joe [raising the pistol again]. Not for Joseph — no, sah, 
no ; not for Old Joe. Put clown that sword ! 

Marion. Never. 

Joe. Put down dat sword — put it down on de ground. 
I'll gib you jest while I count sebenteen, and, if you hab 
not done it den, I shoot you for disobedience ob com- 
mands of your superior ossifers. [Counts] One, two, free, 
seben, ten, firteen, fifteen— [Marion throws down sword.] 
You done dat hansom. Now tell me — what am dese 
papers ? 

[Marion sullenly refuses to speak.] 

Joe. No — no tell? I repeat de conundrum : What am 
dese papers? I'll gib you whi e I count sebenteen to tell. 
One, two, six, firteen— 

Marion. Those are dispatches from Gen. Lee to Gen. 
Hill, and if I don't recover them from you, I shall be shot. 

Joe. You'll be shot if you do, so where be de difference 
ob de choice ? You say dese be 'spatches from Gen. Lee 
to Gen. Hill. Berry well ! You gib my 'spects to Gen. Lee 
and say you delibbered dem like a man. Tell him, I re- 
cebed dem all right. 
[Odd Jorc backs off, r., still pointing pistol at Marion.] 

Marion [picking tip Ms sword, follows him]. I will recover 
those dispatches yet. 

[Exit Marion.— Curtain falls.] 



END OF ACT SECOND. 



THE UNION SPY. 25 



ACT THIRD 



SCENE I. 

Union Camp and Council of War. 

Gen. Grant discovered smoking, walking l. Boll of plans 
on two drums for table. Two Staff officers, n. 

Gen. Grant. Lieut. Benson, present my compliments to 
Gen. Warren, and request him to report at these head- 
quarters at once. [Lieut, retires.] 

Enter Gen. Warren and Staff. 

Grant. Allow me, General, to congratulate you and 
your command upon your great victory in taking posses- 
sion of the Weldon Railroad, and to thank you personally 
for the judicious and excellent manner in which you ac- 
complished it. 

Warren. Thanks, General, for your kindness; but I can 
only say that as, in the past, I have ever merited and re- 
ceived your confidence, so, in the future, you will always 
find me ready and willing to carry out any and all instruc- 
tions you may honor me to execute. 

Grant. When I repeat that you have the highest place 
in my confidence and esteem, I utter no more than you 
deserve, and you may rest assured that the name of your 
last victory will ever be coupled with that of yours and 
the gallant Fifth Corps, of which I am happy to say that 
you are its trusted and beloved Commander; and you can 
feel the happy consciousness of receiving the confidence 
of your Commanding General, of the country, and last, 
but not least, that of your men, — of which any man can 
but be proud. You have faiily earned your honors by hard 



2<> THE UNION SPY, 



service, and let no man, either in the present or future, 
ever endeavor to deprive you of them, for it can bring 
nothing but merited and lasting disgrace upon them. 
[Moving towards the plans o-' battle.] But, General, we 
have other business of moment before us; having won the 
ground, we must be sure that we can hold it, — for the 
enemy will make any and all efforts to regain the Road. 
What is the present position of your several Divisions ? 

Warren. My lines are thus formed and connected: — 
Crawf ord on the right, to connect with Parks of the Ninth 
Corps; Ayers in the centre; Griffin on the left, and re- 
fused, with my artillery and reserves properly posted, to 
repel an attack. 

Grant. Your dispositions meet my approbation ; but, 
but, General, are you well assured that your connection 
has been made with the Ninth Corps ? 

Warren. Y r es, General ; I have no doubt on that score- 
though my confidence in one of my Division Commanders, 
on the right, is slightly impaired ; but knowing, as he does, 
the importance of the position, I can hardly doubt that he 
has carried out my instructions. 

Grant. Very well ; I do not see but that all things are in 
proper shape to meet an attack, , which, if made, will be 
— as ever — gallantly repulsed by your brave men. The 
Council is dismissed. 

Enter Sleeper, hurriedly. 

Sleeper. General, I have the honor to report that I en- 
tered the enemy's lines safely. In attempting to get out 
I was taken, but as they were about to shoot me, our boys 
drove in their pickets and rescued me. These dispatches 
from Lee to Hill give you the key to their proposed move- 
ment. 

Grant. Sergeant, you have done us a great service, and 
hereafter you will be known as Lieut. Sleeper. 

[Exit Sleeper.] 

Grant [opens the dispatches and, discovers the plan of the. 
enemy}. General Warren, your right is not connected with 
Parks, and the enemy has prepared to move through the 
gap. See to it at once, that the connection be made. 
[Looking through the glass, and a few shots are heard.] But 
it is too late now, as they have already commenced the 
attack. 

Warren. Lieut., you will direct Crawford to recover the 
ground at once, if lost. (The scoundrel !) You will order 
Ayers to be ready to repel an attack, and see that his lines 
are well in hand to meet an attack in front, or on the 
flank. You Mill also carry the same order to Griffin, whom 
we can trust with the execution of all our orders. 

[Exit Generals. The firing growing nearer and nearer.] 



THE UNION SPY. 27 

S CENE II 

A Field. 

Enter Rebel skirmishers r. firing. Enter Union skirmishers 
L. firing, and Rebels slowly retire. Enter Rebel main 
line l., and Federals retire. Enter Federal main line e. 
on a " charge." The Rebel reserve enter l. at same time. 
Several fall ; a hand-to-hand fight occurs. Tableaux. 



SCENE III. 

A Battle field at Night. 

The dead and wounded are discovered lying around in all 
directions, both, Union and Rebel. Sleeper and Hard- 
lip in the foreground. Grooms and cries for water are 
heard. — Enter Rebel officers, and take names and num- 
bers of dead and wounded. — Enter Sisters o : " Charity, to 
minister to the wounded.— Enter Joe, looking cautiously 
around; finds a bugle, takes it up and examines it. 

Old Joe. Lord, hab massey ! If this yere ain't massa 
John's bugle, and I wonder whar he am. P'raps de rebs 
dey carry him off f looks around]. Oh, de Lord be praised ! 
here's massa John. [Goes up to him, but; just as he is about 
to kneel beside him, he discovers Sleeper, just beyond, and 
goes to him]. What! Massa Jack here, too. [Kneels down 
beside him,.] Massa Jack, massa Jack! Don't you know 
me? Me — Old Joe! Speak to Old Joe, — Massa Jack! 
[Taking him up in his arms.] 

Sleeper. Water, water! Is this you, Old Joe? |Joe 
raises him. to almost a sitting posture.] That's easier; but 
Old Joe — water, water! In my canteen — [groans, as if in 
pain] over there — 

Joe [finally reaching it]. Da'is no water here, massa 
Jack. 

Sleeper. Oh, I forgot — I gave it to that rebel soldier, 
and he has drank it all. But never mind, Joe [sinking 
back]. 

Joe. Hold on, massa Jack. Old Joe will get some — 
quicker nor a second. [Lays Sleeper down carefully.] 

[Exit Joe. | 



28 THE UNION SPY. 

Enter Marion with two men with stretchers. He looks around 
and discovers Hardlip. 

Marion. Here, men, take this Yank to the rear, and re- 
turn at once, as I may perhaps have another load for you. 
For if I am not mistaken, I saw my old enemy, Jack 
Sleeper, fall during the fight ; and I shall find him, if he is 
here. {Continues on, and discovers Sleeper, just as Joe is 
giving him water.] Get out. you black rascal ! \ Pushes Joe 
aside.] Here is also my bitter enemy ! Jack Sleeper, I will 
see that you shall have all the water you need. I shall 
now revenge my own injuries, as well as the death of my 
old friend and companion-in-arms, Pinckney. Ah, Jack — 
I shall look to it, in the future, that you shall find ample 
occasion to recall and regret that insult at your Northern 
College. Remember that my vengeance will be bitter and 
merciless, where none of your Yankee hordes will have a 
change to rescue you, for a second time, from your just 
fate. I — 

Sister o r Charity. Hold, children — peace, peace! Let 
not your unholy passions desecrate such a solemn scene as 
this, where brothers slain by brothers lie together in 
death. Peace, peace! [Clasps her hands and lifts her eyes 
to heaven.] 

Marion. Away with such nonsense. Here, men — take 
this northern abolitionist hireling to the rear, and I will 
see that he is properly cared for. 

[Exit men, followed by Marion.] 

Joe. Oh, de Lord hab massy on massa Jack. He's a 
goner now, oil re. ■ Good bye, massa Jack, for I shall neber 
see you more [sinks down and weeps]. 

TABLEAUX. 



END OF ACT THIRD. 



THE UNION SPY. 29 



ACT FOURTH. 



Prison Pen at Andersonville. 

Stockade across rear of stage with Rebel sentries seen over 
tjie top of it. The Prisoners are discovered in an ema- 
ciated and almost naked condition, crawling around, 
trying to pick up something to eat. Sleepee and Haed- 
lip are among them. 

Sleeper [soliloquizing]. Oh, how long is this terrible 
scene of destitution, suffering, and death from starvation, 
to be placed before me ! I see my comrades pass away by 
scores daily, happy to be relieved from their agony, with 
even a smile upon their pallid countenances, as if they had 
seen a happier future beyond. Oh', my heart will break 
or my reason be dethroned, if I am spared to witness this 
scene longer. Still one thought consoles me, that our boys 
are loyal still to our noble flag, though inducements of 
every kind have been offered to desert it; but noble boys, 
worthy of noble sires, they are not to be bought ; starvation 
first — death next — preferred to desertion! I have little 
to expect myself, as my old enemy is in charge of this 
prison, and he has reserved me for a worse fate. But here 
he comes, to vent his unearthly spite upon us all, and es- 
pecially myself. 

Enter Maeion, when all the prisoners, except Sleepee, 
cower before him. 

Marion. Ha, ha — cower down, you miserable dogs, as 
you are. I will teach you much yet. I have not done with 
you. Jack Sleeper, proud and insolent as ever? I will 
tame you too. 

Sleeper. If I am the cause of all this untold suffering 
among my comrades, let me be your victim alone, and 
save them. 

Marion. "I like that." You want me to end your life 
and sufferings ? That is far from my intentions. If I should 
have desired that, I could have had jou executed as a spy, 
when I disc overed you on the field that night. But no — 
I had other things in store for you, and you have but just 
commenced your life under my hospitable care and treat- 
ment. So look to yourself, master Jack, and keep your 



30 THE UNION SPY. 



tongue as quiet as possible. [To the sentries] Thirty cteys' 
furlough to the man who kills a Yank crossing the dead 
line. [They all cry 'for bread, and crowd up to Mm.] Back, 
you miserable dogs ! You want bread, do you ? I will give 
you bread. [Brings in a guard, who charge bayonets and 
drive them to the wall.] Ha, ha — I'll teach you to cry for 
bread. [The guard backward march and file off. Marion 
then throws in a lot o f bread, when all the prisoners scramble 
for it, and almost fight over it.] 

A Prisoner. Water, water — oh, for one drink of water. 

Another. Poor Sam, dying of fever and starvation — 
what can we, what shall we do for him? [He starts for 
water, but is shot when crossing the dead line.] 
Enter Marion. 

Marion. Thirty days furlough, and my thanks for your 
prompt action. [To the Prisoners] Drag in the carcase 
among you; it will be a fitting companion for you. One 
more of the cursed Yankee dogs gone ! [He starts to go.] 

Hardlip. You mean, despicable, cowardly rebel, as you 
are! Not daring to fight us in the open field, you are brave 
enough among a lot of starving, weak and miserable 
wretches, as we are ; but your time will come — and may 
your death be as terrible as what you have afflicted on us. 

Marion. You little sneaking Yank — I will learn you to 
utter your maledictions upon me ; we shall hear no more 
of it. [Shoots him.] 

All. Shame — shame! 

[Exit Marion.] 

Sleeper. One more account for him to settle with us — 
one more outrage to revenge. 

[ They take up the body and cover it with a blanket.] 

Sleeper. This will never do; something must be done, 
or else we shall all go mad. Their reason almost totters 
now, and we must change this terrible monotony. I will 
try a song, one we used to sing, and see if it will not cheer 
them up. 

Enter Harry Smart, followed by Marion. 

All. Fresh Fish, Fresh Fish! 

Smart. Halloa, is that you? [He starts to go to them.] 

Marion. Yank, come here [he hesitates]. Come here, 
I say [levels his pistol at him]: 

All. You had better go. 

Marion. Give me that hat ]he hesitates]. 

All. You had better give it to him. 

Marion. Come down with your trinkets. Give me that 
watch you put in your boot; I saw you do it. Come down 
[he hesitates]. 

All. Give it to him. [He gives.] 

Smart. Remember I give that under protest. 



THE UNION SPY. 31 



Marion. Now go among the rest of your miserable Yan- 
kee wretches and learn to starve like them. [Exit M.J 

Smart. Well, boys — what, Joe, Jim, Bill. You look 
rather thin ; who is that fellow ? 

One. That's Fatty Miller; don't you know him ? 

Miller. That's me. They used to call me Fatty— they 
call me Skinny now. 

Smart. Keep up good heart, boys. Our army under 
Sherman is but a day's march from here; I was captured 
wdiile on a bummer's expedition. Don't despair — you 
won't stay here long now — you may depend upon that. 

[Sleeper sings the first verse of "Tramp, tramp," 
and the chorus is sung by the rest in feeble tone. The men 
cheer up and join the second chorus with louder voices. All 
gather around him, as he sings the third verse, which 
chorus is ended by a volley rom the outside, when the senti- 
nels tall. The Union forces rush in and give three cheers, 
bringing Marion with them. Mortimer rushes to Sleeper 
and they embrace.] 

Mortimer. Hurrah, boys — cheer for your old flag — 
that's the old glory — cheer, boys, cheer!' [The men crovjd 
up, and some take the flag and kiss it.] 

Smart [to Marion].* Here, come down with that hat, 
come down [he gives it]. Give me that watch; you rem- 
ember I gave it to you under protest. Our turn has come. 
[He gives it up.] 

Mortimer. What fiend in human shape has caused all 
this misery and death? 

All [pointing at MarionJ. There he stands. 

Mortimer. What, Marion, my old enemy and your's too, 
Jack ! Make him kiss the flag. [They wave it over him, but 
he flings it defiantly aside.] He won't touch it? Make him 
kiss it. [They stuff the folds in his mouth.] There, Marion, 
you did do one thing you didn't want to do. [One of the 
boys takes Mortimer to the dead body of Harplip.] Who 
did that ? My old friend and bugler. Tell me the man, or 
rather wretch who did this. 

All. There he stands. 

[Mortimer levels his pistol and shoots Marion, who falls 
near the body of Hardlip, uttering curses on them all,] 

Sleeper. Many are the crimes avenged in your death, 
vile traitor. 

TABLEAUX. 



END OF ACT FOUETH. 



32 THE' UNION SPY. 



ACT FIFTH. 



Scene Appomatox Court House. 

A Union Rgt. in two ranks at "carry arms," with Sleeper 
in command as Colonel, is found formed r. Near the 
rear center is Gen. Grant with Staff, among which is 
Mortimer as an officer.— Enter Rebel officer with flag of 
truce, approaches GENf Grant and delivers a dispatch. 
Grant receives it, consults with his Staff, and hastily 
unites a note, which Rebel officer takes and retires. Re- 
enter Rebel officer with a bundle of other dispatches. — 
Enter Rebel troops, who file r. and form in two ranks x,. 

Rebel Officer [after aligning troops]. Present arms! Carry 
arms ! Order arms ! Ground arms ! 

Enter Gen. Lee, uncovered, with two or three of his Staff, 
and comes to within a few steps of Gen. Grant. 

Gen. Lee. General Grant, I have accepted your terms 
of capitulation and surrender of the Confederate army. 
It only remains for me to deliver up my sword to my 
magnanimous conqueror. [Proceeds to deliver it up.] 

Gen. Grant. General Lee, your intrepid courage chal- 
lenges my respect and admiration,, and I allow you and 
your officers to retain your side arms. Your subordinate 
officers will sign the parole for their respective commands, 
and will be held responsible for its observance. 

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